Before me lies a building in this noble part of  this brazilian capital, called Brasilia, nicknamed the Island.

Inside, survivors only cooing.

Sometimes, they scold and roll, loose in the sewer drain.

In the end, they fail to sing saint soprano : crying.

 (From the book: Pigenhole of Unfinished People)

Diante de mim mora um prédio na parte dita nobre desta capital brasileira chamada de Brasília, apelidada de A Ilha.

Dentro dele, sobreviventes, apenas arrulham.

Às vezes,  ralham e rolam, soltos  no ralo do esgoto.

No final, falham no canto santo soprano:  o pranto

 (Do livro Pombal de Gente Inacabada)

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